i got nothing in my pockets, my pockets in my hands   i can lead you to the ocean, leave our sandals on the sand   i got matches and bottle rockets in an old coffee can   we can shoot them up into the air let em lay where they land   and this is how it is, yeah this is who i am   looking for a hand to kiss where the river meets the dam   and this is how we live, to each her own don't ask for more   if you got apples to give, well thats what growing em is for      well the engine it keeps on knocking as we drive away from town   we can ignore the problem, but we can't ignore the sound   i'm at your door can you please unlock it?    here are some flowers i found   i've been waking to an image of you   moving slowly in a wedding gown   and this is how it is, yeah this is how we love   opportunities are missed or taken advantage of   and this is how we live, to each her own don't ask for more   if you got apples to give, in whose cellar are they stored?      there must be onions in our eye sockets   we always tear up and cry   thinking about all the things we need   that our money can only buy   so put your gun down now, uncock it   you got your whole life to die   for every snake in the garden finds water   just like every dove in the sky      and this is how it is, yeah this is who we are   when the hand you've come to kiss is thrown   into the throes of war   and this is how we live, to each her own don't ask for more   if you got apples to give, well thats what growing em is for